A forest of love,
A desolate desert…
A landscape of hugs.
A land, of just sand!
An energized loud jungle.
An area of mumbles.
The land of hate, and snakes.
The area with bate,
Snared by doers of love…
Dancing on ground with tangles of happiness and joy.
Desert grows from the rain and thunder.
The jungle expands to the sand of land!
Love prevails in the creative core.
More is made, creative love, saved the day, months and for eons…
Dream on – I tell myself in my creative brain.
More will be expressed, yes, get all of this off of your chest!